The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros

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Rebecca Yarros

★★★★½ · Standalone

Book ArchiveContemporaryMolten

Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan

This was my first story by Rebecca, and she made me feel all these emotions during and after reading this romance. I’m still in a book hangover, and not afraid to admit I cried during a few parts of the story.
I loved how Rebecca wove in the letters Ella and Beckett wrote to each other into the story, you fell in love with them a little bit more after reading their words. Poor Ella has lost almost all of her family and Beckett never had a family, except the men on his special ops team. They were a perfect match, creating a new family from family tragedy. Beckett was so sweet, always there to help Ella with whatever she needed, never pushing her for more than she could handle. It was a slow-burn romance in that they don’t really become a couple until the last quarter of the book. When reading their letters before that, you can see they fell in love with each other months ago but didn’t realize it.

A taste

Because somewhere between letter number one and letter number twenty-four, I'd fallen in love her. Fallen for her words, her strength, her insight and kindness, her grace under impossible circumstances, her love for her children, and her determination to stand on her own.
Our bodies moved like we'd been making love together for years instead of moments, like he was the only man I'd been created for.
Using my body the best I could, I surrounded her, imagining I was some kind of wall — that I could keep away whatever heartache was coming for her.

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